There's a path
that meanders...
Serene bright touch
Bounces twilight daydreaming...
There's something about the air in Fall,
it begets this chill inside...
Flowers frown, wilting.
Silk leaves schrivled...
Sometimes...
when you cry...
The little kitten runs and hides.
Under the coffee table...
Her new green dress hangs
sublime, floating shy and coy...
I was once mighty and strong
Had thousands of fellow friends...
Pitter patter is the sound
I hear when the tiny droplets...
Elements Of Nature By Day And Night
Clouds, flowing through the sky...
There it lies sleeping
The silvery moonlit lake...
Looking out over treetops,
You can see the sky at all times...